I.
Oh, Mary why have you come?
Come drop your oils and run –
You'll find no one, find no one.
II.
Oh, Thomas can't you see?
Where bone and sinew meet,
You'll find a hole (find a whole).
III.
Oh, Saul look down at your hands,
All red and dripping in the sand –
It's the wrong blood, the wrong blood.
Come find the blood, of the son.